The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 390

The wilderness fell eerily silent as everyone turned pale with shock. A cold shiver ran from their feet up their spines to the back of their heads.

Had he been devoured?

Had the titan consumed the Skyborne Rivers Commander?

Many clasped their mouths, their eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and fear.

The Commander of the Stellar Precepts and the Blessed Citadel's Elders felt a chill run down their spines. The Commander of the Skyborne Rivers was greatly weakened, but could he really have been devoured? What sort of power did these stone kings possess? They looked incredulously at Alavin, wondering what he intended to do. Was he planning to massacre the chieftains of the Northlands?

There stood Alavin atop the uplifted hand of a stone king, a cruel smile playing on his lips and a ruthless glint in his eyes.

As the three titanic stone kings marched towards them, the Commander of the Stellar Precepts hesitated no longer and retreated as if possessed by madness, casting aside the dignity of the Northlands' mightiest warrior. The Elders of the Blessed Citadel were even less concerned with their citadel's solemnity; they fled in sheer panic! Clearly, Alavin sought to establish his dominance. If he had already slain the Commander of the Skyborne Rivers and Lord Viperbane, what wouldn't he dare do?

With a wave of his hand towards the east, two more stone giants rose into the air and charged towards the eastern battlefield.

"Bloody ruthless," Banneth gasped, quickly calling out to Alavin, "We're with you! Guard your stone kings, and spare your allies!"

The two stone giants soared overhead, casting vast shadows as they pursued the Commander of the Stellar Precepts and his companions.

"Alavin, do you seek to make enemies of the Northlands?" the Stellar Precepts Commander roared, never before having felt such disgrace. But his strength was greatly diminished, not even half of what it was at his peak. And even at full strength, he wouldn't dare to withstand these stone kings head-on. He could not fathom the extent of their power.

Watching the stone kings wildly chase down the nobles and the various Organization Commanders, the mighty warriors scattered across the wilderness felt a sense of unreality, cursing inwardly. No wonder The Clash of Eight Orders had bestowed upon Alavin the title of Shadowlord's Messenger— this man had a ruthless streak, especially when his power surged to madness.

"Who wants to seek my Kings' Acceptance!"

"Who!"

"Who wants to covet Stormcast!"

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"Kill! them all!"

Alavin took to the skies, forcefully commanding all stone kings to kill. With ferocious bellows, his words filled with the spirit of slaughter.

Aside from the stone king sitting astride a stone dragon controlling the Grand Elder, all other stone kings sprang into action. Three massive stone kings engaged in battle with three noble lords, seven

pursued the fleeing Commander of the Stellar Precepts, and the rest charged at the distant onlookers.

"He's gone mad!" tens of thousands screamed in terror, fleeing in utter chaos. They had never imagined Alavin would also unleash his stone kings upon them.

Thunderous crashes boomed as a stone king smashed into the throng, swinging its colossal hammer, radiating an oppressive force and gravity akin to a mountain descending from the heavens, flattening a swath of the crowd amidst screams. Against the hundred-meter-high titans and their fearsome might, the people felt like a flock of sheep, devoid of the courage to resist, scrambling desperately to escape.

Seven stone kings charged in seven directions, indiscriminately slaughtering, shattering the wilderness, whipping up fierce winds, and stirring a bloody rain of carnage.

Jarad and others gathered in the sky, frowning at the scene below, yet none intervened. Most of the onlookers had come for the Kings' Acceptance, and had the Kings not arrived, they too would have mercilessly slain the Mallister family to capture him.

Jarad gazed at the golden light shimmering around Alavin in the sky, a slow smile curving his lips.

Hamund found the grievously injured Commander Kashann and helped him to his feet. They looked with complex expressions at the chaotic battlefield, where the stone kings now completely dominated. Though it was a sight that quenched their thirst for revenge and brought salvation, a chill of unease still crept into their hearts.

Alavin was clearly asserting his authority, proclaiming ownership of the Kings' Acceptance, but the manner of his violence struck terror into the hearts of many.

Commander Kashann suddenly understood why Alavin no longer cared for the title of Commander. Alavin had a far greater protective force. Compared to this, what was Cobalt Strike?